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leovenuslatina · 6 months

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kiss and tell 💋

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what your future spouse says about you to their friends and families

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psa - tarot readings are not set in stone

take what resonates leave what doesn’t

you’re fully in control of YOUR own life

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take a deep cleansing breathe

pick a pile that calls to you

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{pile one - ace paper swords, five of pentacles, page of cups}

your person brags about you for sure!! they tell their friends and family how accomplished you are and how successful and beautiful you are!! they are the type to blush and smile so hard whenever you name comes up.they tell their friends and family how strong you are and how they feel like to two if you are meant to be. they may tell their family that you’ve been through a lot in you life and that you’ve gotten through some pretty rough things and how they really admire how incredible you are. they feel as though they have to praise you whatever chance they get not in a bad way but just because they want you to know that they feel so fortunate to be with you. they tell their parents about how they want to marry you and have kids with you all the milestone of their life they want you there!!

^extra messages^

_ playfullness

_ innocence

_ romance

_inner child

_chemistry

_ magnetic attraction

_self love/self care

_you deserve love

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{pile two - knight of wands, queen of swords , king of swords}

so much . literally don’t get them started when i was shuffling the card a bunch just bursted out at once 😭which tells me that they can’t stop talking about you like whether people ask about you or not. they are the type to see a color or a random object and just go off on a rant about how that reminds them of you or one of you favorite things. when your fs talks about you they say you’re a determined person you do whatever you set you mind on you have hella focus and discipline. you fs says you’re energetic and passionate. they will say you’re a charming person who knows what your worth is. your fs tells everyone how self confident you are and how sure of yourself you can be. pile 2 when your fs talks about you they glow ! they say how you’re a quick witted thinker you’re organized and perceptive. your fs always says that you’re clever and highly skilled mentally. overall pile 2 your fs can’t stop sharing about you to no matter who will listen.

^extra messages^

_ supportive

_ encouraging

_ truthful

_ logical

_self discipline

_lawful

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{pile three - 2 of swords, high priestess}

pile 3 what your future spouse will tell their friends and family is how much power you hold over them you’re a power house and you’re not even trying. you’re high maintenance and hard to please but they like that. they tell their friends and family about how hard to get you are and how hard you make them work for your attention and they love it!!! they say you’re magical and mystical and shit lmao like you say stuff that they were thinking and you can predicted things just before they happen. they are absolutely in awe of you fr!! they think you’re mysterious pile 3 everyday they learn something new about you and they fall more in love youre like a gift that just keeps on giving. pile 3 any time anyone asks your fs about you they just list off things they love about you like that you’re understanding and nurturing you’re kind and nonjudgmental.

^extra messages^

_intuition

_purples and blues

_insightful

_ manifesting a soulmate

_wisdom

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{pile four - 4 of cups, the artist, 6 of cups}

what your FS says to their friends and family is you’re a a very creative person and you have so much passion about everything you bring into the world. you’re the type of person that’s constantly reinventing themselves. they tell their family that you live learning and exploring and that your mind is constantly growing and working and moving at a million miles an hour. they are very impressed with you. they also tell their families that you’re a generous person. you may make a lot of money or come from a home that is very wealthy but you don’t act as though you’re better than anyone and you help others in need. they say you’re a very helpful person and you’re always there whenever anyone needs a friend.

^extra messages^

+boredom

+interpreter

+learning

+prosperity

+favor

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moooncats · 7 days

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✿ Pick A Card : Your Vibes ✿

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Pile 1 : Integrity.

You are full of inspiration which is very addictive. Lowkey- your peers love to absorb your energy so they can get just an ounce of what you have. Please be careful for energy Vampires pile 1! 🧛‍♀️🩸 Use your discretion when interacting with others. I'm seeing here that your energy gives me a feeling of honor. You live life righteously. I'm hearing "Ho'o Pono Pono". Your eyes show the truth in them and your mouth spreads it amongst the universe. People who hear you speak want to follow you. I'm seeing here that you are easily a leader pile 1, and you don't mind if others want to be there by your side as you preach. Trendsetter mindset strongly here. I'm hearing "Genuine". People can just tell that you are wholesome and down to earth. Just like fine wine, your energy is intoxicating. People can tell you have that Je ne sais quoi. You are a truth seeker who is reliable, and you don't really care what people think or say about you. You stay focused in the now. People find that very respectable about you. In my minds eye I'm seeing Mulan. At first what she was doing was against the norms, but she pushed through what others thought and said and did the unthinkable. Pile 1, you are innovators and creatives who have a beautiful aura and energy to share! A true Visionary. ♡ Your soulfulness is really attractive and magnetic as well i'm picking up on old souls. People who resonate with feeling like they've been on earth for a long time and this isn't their first rodeo. People instinctively know not to mess with you, and try to get in your good graces.

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Pile 2 : Dragons.

This is my lucky pile. 🍀♡ You can see the synchronicities in life and you use that to your advantage. Even if you don't even notice yourself doing so, the universe hears your thoughts and does whatever it can at the moment to match your current frequency which is in tuned with wealth. You may love to be grounded in the 4D, you are well at visualizing your goals, dreams, and aspirations. You may also be very grounded in the 3D as well, for ex: you like to take your time to contemplate your actions before you do them. You understand that some of your idea's don't need much attention so you move in secret, and keep your dreams to yourself/others that you find as ride or dies. This pile may also like to look plain when they go on about their day to day tasks. Even if you have an abundance of wealth. You may not flex often unless needed to "understand the assignment". Like a dragon, you keep your precious possesions locked away in your safe haven. You understand that those precious things keep you sane and on the righteous path that has made you into the person that you are. You know how to work hard, and play hard. ✈️ I'm seeing vacations, pamper days, and being at home relaxed in a setting where you get to choose what surrounds you. You like to keep negative vibes out of your sight so your mind can be more clearer. You understand that when your mind is clear, manifesting becomes easier and easier. ⚠️ PSA for this pile, please be careful when it comes to hoarding. If you feel overwhlemed at times, it is okay to let go and observe how you feel after that. "I just sit back and observe" 💅 by Nicki Minaj is what I'm hearing. Sometimes, less can be more. 🌿 One man's trash, is another man's treasure may also resonate with you pile 2. ✨️

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Pile 3 : Family Friendly.

You're seen as a bubbly person. I'm seeing truly's and energy drinks in my minds eye. Your energy is sugary and sweet my pile 3 🍸. It is also very intoxicating as well. Imagine a hummingbird landing on a flower. You are that flower. 🌷 Most of your time is spent well with family/those who you consider as family. People like to think of you as someone who is very reliable, they see you as a cruicial part of their daily routine. You may also be seen as the innocent wide eye'd child you once were (or still are). You love to see others happy, and as a result smiles are never far from your reach. 🌈 You seem to get very good reactions out of people. Even if you've seen someone having a rough day and they lash out on you, they ruminate on their actions and start to feel bad because to them - you are their ohana. They wouldn't dare leave you behind because if they did, who would be their sunshine after a rainy day, or their stars in the nightime? Pile 3, you may also be mothers or fathers as well. If so, your kids love you so much. They appriciate everything you do for them. You're seen as a Magician who can conjure up anything for the right occasions. Love is a strong theme for this pile. I'm seeing your heart chakra is open and when you fully embrace it. I just thought of the scene from the grinch when his heart finally grows bigger and he's ready to be a part of the society he is in. You may, be learning to fit in while being an outsider. Although being an outsider, you are like a magnet to others who you piqued their interests. It's hard to be in a bad mood around someone who's buzzing, it is quite contagious. 🐝✨️

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Thank you for reading this, I appreciate you all. If you have any suggestions on the next reading, don't be afraid to let me know in the comments/dm. ^-^ Stay hydrated and weird everyone. Moooncats out! ✌️🦇✨️

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siilvan · 7 months

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bloodsport – IV

prologue | one | two | three | next

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: your first time back in the field is a whirlwind of emotions, especially after being forced to rely on yet another enemy. new information is revealed, and you realize that a drastic action may be the only way to fix this mess.

genre: angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood/injuries, poorly written spec-ops, allusions to trauma and stress, reader has a bit of a breakdown, graves lol

word count: 6k

note: giving a quick PSA here— please be mindful about what y'all write. i know this fic is about a very controversial and problematic character, but i try to be mindful about how i portray him and his actions. don't romanticize things that should not be romanticized, and be respectful to people. COD as a whole is problematic, but that doesn't mean we need to be a shitty community. support real victims, don't spread hate. easy peasy.

also, yes, i changed my formatting. the little text is too hard to read without my glasses, so... yeah. hope it's not ugly now :)

you spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, trying but failing to will yourself to fall asleep. soap texts you shortly before the sun comes up - a picture of himself and the rest of the team, posing for the camera. they're covered in dirt and ash, exhaustion apparent in their eyes, but the image is enough to make you crack a smile.

you give them a few hours, pulling yourself out of bed after sunrise and occupying yourself with mundane tasks around the house, before picking up the phone and calling price.

"hey, captain. sorry for calling so early." you chuckle, leaning against the arm of the couch.

"don't worry about it," price clears his throat, hoarse from fatigue, and you wonder for a second if he was asleep before you called. "was just finishing some paperwork. what d'you need?"

a low sigh escapes from you. "i know it's only been a day, but... can i come back? i really want to get back to work."

you can hear papers shuffling from his end. "i know you want to work, but we just can't take the risk—"

"there isn't going to be any risk," you assert, raising your voice slightly and interrupting him. you pause and wet your lips, speaking in a softer tone again. "please, captain, i know i can handle it. i just want to get back to normal already."

the line is quiet for a long moment, with price silently deliberating over your request. you shift nervously, gripping the phone tighter as you wait impatiently for a response.

finally, after you shift for the umpteenth time, he exhales deeply.

"i'll see if i can convince laswell, okay?" he concedes. you can hear his chair creaking as he leans back - you're assuming, at least. "pack your bags. i'll send a transport helicopter in an hour."

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that's how you ended up at base again, with the team welcoming you back with open arms. laswell initially rejected the idea, stating the same concerns as before, but price managed to sway her after some discussion.

so, now you're in a meeting room, gathered around a table with lists, blueprints, names, pictures— any and all of the intel that the task force has gotten their hands on, scattered across the surface. you blink when price raps his knuckles against the tabletop, drawing your attention.

it's laswell who talks, shooting a glance around the table to address the group. "as you're all aware, shadow company has been a target of the konni group in recent times," she starts, sending you a cursory look, asking you for confirmation. you nod, and she continues. "not only have they been fighting the group head-on in al-mazrah, but there's been several incidents with undercover konni operatives in their ranks."

"good, let 'em fuckin' deal with it." soap remarks, earning noises of agreement from gaz, ghost, and yourself. price and laswell aren't as entertained by it.

"general shepherd, commander graves, and their men betrayed us." laswell pauses before letting out a heavy sigh. "i know none of you were happy about the ceasefire, and i know that you were furious when graves resurfaced. but, besides farah's forces, shadow company is our strongest ally."

"—and the only one capable of making any strong moves without risking an all-out war." price adds, shaking his head. everyone's displeased with the situation, that much is obvious.

"where are you goin' with this?" ghost asks. a tense silence fills the room for a long moment, making you shift awkwardly.

laswell motions towards the door on the far side of the room with her head. you cast your gaze in the same direction, watching as the door is pushed open.

as if on cue, the very man that should've been buried in flames in las almas walks into the room. the shadow himself. philip graves.

"oh, fuck off." soap growls at the man, looking ready to lunge at him from across the table. ghost steps forward and, if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was reaching for his sidearm. gaz and price are eerily quiet while glaring daggers at him, and you immediately feel the blood rush to your ears as every nerve commands you to shoot him yourself.

"i know this isn't ideal," laswell attempts to placate all of you, though the cold stare she regards him with betrays her calm demeanor. "but, for now, we're allies. we have a bigger threat to worry about."

"yeah, those konni guys are, uh..." graves perks up, languidly sauntering up to the table. he purses his lips for a second, thinking, before clicking his tongue. "real troublesome. i've lost a lot of good men thanks to them."

"good." ghost mutters, straightening himself next to soap.

price cuts through the tension with a wave of his hand. "alright, none of us want this, but we've got no other options." he grumbles. "konni's moving towards urzikstan. if we want to stop 'em, then we need to cooperate."

you eye graves from your peripherals, recalling the information that makarov gave you a couple weeks ago. graves isn't in on shepherd's plan, but he's likely the only person who knows the general's whereabouts. you need to say something while you still can. how will he take the news, though? he's betrayed you before, he'll do it again if it benefits him.

"petra, you listening?" laswell's voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts. you divert your attention back to her and notice that everyone's focus is on you.

"i have something i need to say," you blurt out. you need to bring up the general before he potentially ropes graves in.

you receive a collection of interested stares, urging you to go on.

"when i was captured, i managed to get some information," you drop your gaze, narrowing your eyes at the documents laid out. "we're not just fighting konni and al-qatala. some of the forces occupying al-mazrah are under shepherd's command."

the silence that falls over the room is almost deafening. the group balks at you with shock and confusion written on their expressions, until graves huffs out a laugh.

"general shepherd's 'forces' are my men. i can assure you, petra, that none of my shadows are workin' with konni." he says with a lopsided smile, confident as ever.

you turn to face graves fully, grimacing. "i'm not talking about your shadows. shepherd has another group under his command."

"what group?" price asks.

"cia operatives. ex-soldiers, specifically." you turn back, eyes flitting between price and laswell. "he's sending men undercover. the unmarked mercenaries that we keep encountering? that's them."

laswell shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest. "where did you get this information?"

you freeze. your mouth opens to say makarov's name, but for some reason, you hesitate. with a deep inhale, you blink away the odd feeling and force the words past your lips.

"makarov. i'm not sure why, but he told me about it."

yet another unbearable tension befalls the group; you're getting close to ripping your hair out over it. as if reading your thoughts, gaz speaks up.

"you know about this?" he says, directed at graves. he's tight-lipped, glowering at him.

graves doesn't respond, letting the question hang in the air. he looks just as surprised as the rest of you - makarov was telling the truth, then. shadow company isn't in on the plan. shepherd has effectively betrayed his strongest ally, to your knowledge.

"i'm sure there's an explanation," graves utters, chuckling to himself. "war's a dirty business. there's good reason to send men undercover."

"he's got part of the special activities division in his pocket." laswell says.

"isn't that where you pulled alex from?" price hums, earning a nod in reply. it's a bad situation, to say the least.

you regain everyone's attention and continue. "i don't know the full plan, but makarov suspected that shepherd's doing this to put himself back on top. start a war, get himself marked as a hero, reap the rewards."

graves raises a brow at you, amusement written on his face. "and, we should trust the judgement of a terrorist?" he says while searching the room for support.

price keeps his gaze on you, though the distant look in his eye tells you that his mind is elsewhere. "i'd trust this one's judgement." he mutters, jaw clenching.

"well, there's no point in standin' around, is there?" graves seems to bounce back quickly, shrugging off the news. "we've got a job to do and a terrorist to catch. let's focus on that."

"i'll contact farah and see if alex knows anything about the men under shepherd's command." laswell says as you all break away from the table and start to file out of the room.

"keep us updated," price nods to her before turning to the rest of you. "wheels up in thirty. we'll debrief on the way."

you breathe out a relieved sigh once everyone breaks off, heading off to finish any last minute preparations before takeoff. you linger in the corridor, running a hand down your face and groaning into the palm of your hand. of course, you have no choice but to work with an enemy whilst relying on intel from yet another. at least you can be open with your team about this one.

shepherd and makarov are your targets. graves comes after. take down all three, and your headaches are gone. no more doubting yourself, no more questions, no more nights spent looking at lists of crimes that make you feel sick. you can resume your not-so-peaceful life with the rest of the task force and celebrate the world being a somewhat safer place.

your phone buzzes in your pocket, distracting you from your pondering and pulling you back to the present. you frown at the name on the caller id.

it's a single letter: 'v.'

after your conversation - if you can even call it that - with makarov last night, you saved his number. putting his name in your phone is basically shooting yourself in the foot, so you saved it under a name that gives you deniability in the event someone sees it.

you duck into an empty rec room nearby and accept the call, keeping an eye on the door as you lift the phone to your ear.

"you actually picked up the phone this time." makarov remarks upon you answering. your frown deepens, brows furrowing.

"if you don't have anything important to say, i'm hanging up."

he chuckles, far too casual for your liking. "i have an update. something that i'm sure you'll be interested in."

you shift, leaning against the back of one of the couches. "what is it?"

"in case you're planning to return to al-mazrah, just know that shepherd's men have been given strict orders to target and eliminate members of the one-four-one."

a chill creeps up the back of your spine. it's an unsurprising order, but you still rack your brain as to why he gave it. does shepherd somehow know that you know about his plans? it shouldn't be possible— until the meeting that finished just minutes ago, the only people privy to the knowledge were makarov and yourself.

of course, shepherd's allies are aware of it, but the only ally of his that you've contacted is graves. you doubt that he's talked to the general in the short amount of time since, which eliminates graves as a possibility just as quickly as you suspected him.

there has to be another source. someone feeding him information, keeping the one-four-one under watch.

"shepherd's got a mole in our group." you reply, pinching the bridge of your nose. "fucking hell. he knows that we're onto him."

"'we,' lieutenant?" he comments with an amused lilt in his tone.

"my team, asshole. he's got men undercover in your group and in my squad. he's watching all of his enemies."

makarov hums, voice dropping a little. "you have a keen eye, petra. have you asked the shadow about shepherd's whereabouts, yet?" he asks, brushing past your frustration.

"haven't had the chance," you mutter. "based on his reaction to the news, i doubt he'll give it away, though. we might have to get the location ourselves."

he exhales, audible through the phone. "it would be more convenient if you could convince him to tell you."

you roll your eyes. "yeah, of course it would. just don't expect any miracles. aren't you the one with all the mysterious ways of gathering information, anyway?" you grumble sarcastically and move away from the couch, starting to pace around the room while keeping your gaze on the door.

"i can get his location if necessary, but that would eliminate your usefulness in this operation, wouldn't it?"

he's right, and you hate him for it. "you still need me to kill him." you counter bluntly.

"i can do that, too. your team wants revenge for his betrayal. this is me being charitable - don't disappoint."

makarov ends the call before you have the chance to argue, leaving you to huff to yourself in the empty room. a moment later, a head pokes around the doorway, startling you and nearly making you drop your phone when you jump.

gaz is regarding you with a sly grin as he fully reveals himself and steps into the room. your palms immediately moisten with sweat as worry floods your mind - how much did he just hear?

"so, who you talkin' to?" gaz cocks his head to the side, teasing. he's relaxed, standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

you pocket your phone and flash a calm smile. "that depends. you have any guesses?"

he chuckles, lifting one of his hands to playfully stroke at his chin as he thinks. "let's see... i know you weren't home for long, but—" his grin morphs into a lopsided smirk as he eyes you suspiciously. "y'got a boyfriend?"

dear god, no.

you resist the urge to gag at the thought and shake your head. "nope, it's just a... friend of mine."

gaz leans forward, an inquisitive 'ah' tumbling from his lips. "a friend, eh? they got a name?" he asks.

"he, uh... just goes by 'v.'"

"'v?' like the letter?"

you answer with an affirmative "mhm," patting gaz on the shoulder as you brush past him. "it's a nickname i gave him. don't worry about it."

gaz groans in exasperation as you stroll towards the door, trying to ignore the way your heart races. lying is a normal part of the job, but lying to your team? generally not recommended.

"most 'just friends' don't have exclusive nicknames, you know!" gaz calls out from behind as you round the corner and start down the hall, leaving him alone.

a sick part of you finds the sentiment - makarov, being anything more than an enemy - entertaining, but your better judgement steers you back on track. you've got a mission to prepare for, and the likelihood of something going wrong is as high as ever. you need to focus on the mission and getting graves to give up shepherd.

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shadow company's gunship is a familiar sight as you climb aboard, slipping past the groups of shadows and finding your teammates gathered around what you can only describe as the command center. graves is standing close by, though the tension is palpable as you approach.

after the aircraft lifts off is when graves talks, addressing the soldiers lining the seats of the craft.

"alright, now i know we've had our problems in the past," he starts, briefly acknowledging your group before turning back to his men. "however, none of that matters right now. the one-four-one is our ally on this mission; treat 'em like your own. copy that, shadows?"

johnny snorts from next to you. "where have we heard this before?" he mumbles.

there's a resounding "yep-yep" from his men, accompanied by several nods and looks in your direction. graves pats one of the soldiers on the shoulder and looks to price.

"think you can lay out the rest, captain."

price starts down the middle row, his voice booming even over the sounds of people checking their weapons, gear, and anxiously shifting in their seats. he moves slowly, practically stalking down the length of the gunship.

"the mission is simple: konni and al-qatala have set up bases across the city. they're using gas, heavy artillery, and stolen weapons to protect themselves." price stops for a moment and lets his gaze drag over the soldiers staring back at him. "i don't think i need to remind you shadows of what konni's done to your brothers in arms. we're going to break off into strike teams - eight men - and destroy these bases. alpha team will take the nerve center in the heart of the city. you already know your assignments."

graves speaks again once price goes quiet. "the commanders are not likely going to be in any of these field bases. but, if they are, then each and every single one of you has execute authority." he announces. "first man to bag an HVT gets a reward." he adds with a smirk, earning light laughter from several of his men.

when the speeches conclude, you settle back in your seat.

alpha team includes yourself, price, graves, and five of the shadows that graves handpicked. ghost, soap, and gaz are leading the bravo team, charged with the largest and best-guarded of the field bases. the commanding chain within shadow company are leading the other groups tasked with the bases scattered around the city.

you fish your phone out of one of your vest pockets when it buzzes, reading the notification on the screen.

there's an agent in your group 11:06 am

not a shadow. special forces. 11:06 am

you frown, angling the screen back and quickly scanning the group. everyone seems to be engrossed in conversation, giving you a chance to respond.

do you have a name? 11:07 am

not yet. he's a rookie. 11:07 am

he's stationed at the base you're staying at 11:07 am

check the files. should have transferred recently. 11:08 am

thank you. 11:08 am

don't mention it. 11:09 am

you're quick to tuck your phone away again, jolting when gaz suddenly addresses you.

"texting your boyfriend, eh?" he laughs, catching everyone's attention.

soap snorts and turns to you. "since when did you start dating?"

you wave them off, sitting up again as all eyes fall on you - even ghost, who is usually horribly uninterested in gossip.

"what are you two, schoolchildren?" you ask, earning playful noises of offense. "he's just a friend. not even a close one."

you're getting yourself caught up in a lie. a shitty one, at that. all it's doing is making people more interested in who you're talking to. at this rate, you'll get caught by the end of the day.

"bullshit— no one in this job talks to a person this much if they're not special." gaz counters, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

price chuckles. "c'mon, gaz. come off it," he lightly scolds the sergeant before looking at you. "just make sure he treats you nice, yeah?" he adds, both teasing and sincere at the same time.

"he's not my— yeah, okay. i'll remember that." you concede, slumping back in your seat.

the topic is dropped not long after, leaving you to relax as people talk around you. after a couple minutes, you can feel your eyelids start to droop, reminding you of how restless last night was. the trip's going to take a while, you might as well get some sleep while you still can.

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everything is so hot. the sun, the ground, your clothes, the air— you.

you don't have any protective gear on, your sidearm secured in your loose grip as you stumble through the ruins where a city once stood.

that's right, you think. the city was destroyed in all the fighting. reduced to nothing more than rubble. you remember when there used to be buildings here; half-toppled and abandoned, but they stood as evidence of life nonetheless.

you falter, landing on your knee and hissing as it hits the solid ground below you. your vision starts to blur as your eyes water, forcing you to rub at them with your free hand in a desperate attempt to clear them.

when you blink rapidly, trying to force back the disorientation and bleariness, you notice a figure directly ahead of you.

an ally. a friend. someone that can help.

you force yourself to your feet and stagger towards them, sucking in a hopeful breath when they start to rush to meet you. the harsh sun— fuck, it's so hot— makes you squint, preventing you from making out a face until they're already pulling you into their embrace, strong arms holding you close to their chest.

"it's okay." their voice— his voice, reassures you softly, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head, cradling you impossibly closer. "i took care of it, my dear. you're safe now."

hot tears streak down your cheeks, dirty with sand, dust, and ash, as you wrap your arms around his middle. you try to speak, but all that comes out is a hiccup and a pathetic sob, so you resolve to burying your face in his shoulder to muffle your cries.

you're tired. exhausted, actually. for once in this career, you want to be selfish. you want to be the protected one. fighting, losing allies, killing— it never ends.

he shushes you, but even in your state, you can tell the action is unnatural. gentleness, empathy, tender care... it isn't who he is.

you manage to lift your head enough to look at him, eyes glassy with tears.

makarov stares back at you, his callous gaze betraying the way he holds you. it makes you pause, confused, as you slowly recall why you're even here.

you were fighting konni operatives. there was a missile— no, something bigger. something that decimated the city and would have taken you along with it, had you not ducked into a shelter at the very last second. when you emerged, shaken and dazed in the aftershock, you encountered al-qatala and konni mercenaries alike.

bodies scattered in the streets, men wheezing for air despite blood displacing the oxygen in their lungs and leaking from every orifice, some still trying to fight even as they collapse in heaps of pure agony, writhing on the ground alongside their brothers in arms.

you wince when his fingers trace along the edge of your jaw, his forefinger hooking under your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes after your gaze drifts away.

"their lives mean nothing," makarov whispers, barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage. "not compared to you. you're better, stronger, than them. you will serve me well. you will help me usher in a new age."

he runs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, slightly chapped from the dry heat. on instinct, you part your lips, and he moves his hand to cup your face before leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

it's wrong. this is wrong.

you shouldn't be here. you shouldn't be doing this.

the kiss is a distraction, keeping you occupied as his other hand falls from its spot on your hip. you don't even notice the change until a gunshot rings out, and pain equally as burning as the kiss courses through your veins.

you can't even muster a proper cry as you pull back, one of your own hands flying to the epicenter of the pain, right in the middle of your stomach. your fingers brush against the spot, and you whimper when you lift them back up to your face. dark red stains your skin, dripping down your wrist.

"i just need to fix you first. under my guidance... you will be perfect, my dear." makarov mutters, catching you and holding you up when you crumple against him. he coos at you, sympathetic yet mocking, as he scoops you up in his arms, the world around you going dark.

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you wake up with a start, shifting to the edge of your seat as you frantically rub at your eyes. there's an ache deep in the pit of your stomach, making you press your palm against the same spot as your dream.

this time, when you look down at your hand, you see nothing. a shaky sigh escapes from you at the sight - or, rather, the lack thereof.

"y'all right?" ghost asks, eyeing you from the seat across from you.

"yeah, yeah—" you respond, shaking off the lingering effects of the dream. "we almost there?"

price comes over, having been talking with graves some feet away, and pats your shoulder in acknowledgement. "about to touch down, actually. let's go."

you disembark alongside the rest of alpha team, taking up formation with price and graves, with the few shadow company operatives behind the three of you. reaching the building isn't a difficult task despite the many mercenaries standing between it and your team; as much as you hate to admit it, the shadows are skilled in the field, even with their misgivings.

the building is another high rise, like the one you infiltrated weeks ago, half-crumpled from the effects of the fighting in the city. price leads the group as you all enter it through a sizeable hole in the wall, clearing out the first floor with trained precision.

the group of shadows form a perimeter just outside as you investigate the interior with price and graves, finding it... empty?

"thought you said this was the nerve center," you mutter, turning to the men as they search around, equally as perplexed as you. "there's nothing here."

price shakes his head, standing up from where he was crouched over some rubble. "there was something here. they must've moved."

"they knew we were comin'." graves says with a frustrated huff. "probably just protecting it to keep up the charade. the real control center could be anywhere in the city."

the two start for the exit with you in tow. "could be outside of it for all we know. we need to contact the other squads." price replies before pausing at the threshold and angling his head upwards. you stop several feet back and send him a confused look, before a low rumbling echoes throughout the building, sending dust and small debris falling from the floors above.

the rumbling stops for a second, until a louder, harsher one follows. larger pieces of wreckage start to loosen and threaten to fall, small bits clattering against the ground.

"shit, the building's too unstable— it's gonna collapse—!" price shouts as a metal beam crashes into the ground less than twenty feet away from you.

while price and graves are able to duck out amidst the falling debris, you're forced to dive backwards after a piece of the floor above falls right into your path. you search for a way around it, but as the violent shaking increases and sends more collapsing down all around you, you realize that cover might be your only option.

you scan the room quickly and dive under a pile of slabs and beams, sturdy enough to not collapse under the weight of falling wreckage, but with just enough room for you to squeeze in underneath.

it's only seconds after you find cover that the thundering sounds of heavy rubble crashing down all around you fills your ears, forcing you to cover them with your hands as each crash makes you flinch.

the worst of the destruction is short-lived. a couple minutes pass by before you're willing to move, the occasional piece of the upper floors still collapsing around you every now and then. you let out a trembling breath once you emerge, pure adrenaline coursing through your veins.

the exit. you hastily search for it, but all hope drains from you when you find it and see that it's completely blocked by the wreckage.

"petra? can you hear me?" price's voice crackles through your radio.

you go to respond, coughing harshly due to all the dirt and dust floating in the air. "i hear you— i'm all right," you tear your eyes from the exit and look for another path. it's a big building, surely you can find something. "just stuck in here." you grumble into the radio.

"we're gonna try to find another way in, see if you can meet us somewhere." he says. you can hear graves barking orders at his men in the background. "be careful." price adds in a rushed tone.

you drop your hand from your radio and clutch your gun close as you carefully traverse the field of debris, mentally thanking whatever higher power that the building only partially collapsed on top of you, instead of crushing you completely.

every movement out the corner of your eyes makes you stop and aim your weapon at it; it's highly unlikely - but not impossible - that you're not alone. anyone could've snuck in after the collapse, or hidden themselves like you did. al-qatala, konni, shepherd's men— you have a lot of enemies and very few allies in the area.

you spin around at the sound of something shifting, but only see a few pieces of wood hitting the ground. you're getting too paranoid. you try to steel yourself, breathing deeply, before a smooth voice makes you choke on the air that gets caught in your throat.

"you are very unlucky, aren't you?"

you turn again, gun drawn and finger on the trigger, but stop short upon seeing a friendly...

well, you see makarov standing across the room. it's an enemy that doesn't seem all-too interested in killing you - for now, at least.

"how did you..." you trail off, lowering your weapon.

apparently understanding your question, he vaguely motions behind himself. "there's a breach." he says, glancing over the destruction as he approaches you.

you squint at him as he draws closer, briefly tightening your grip on your gun. he stops several feet away, though, so you allow yourself to relax just a bit, lowering your weapon.

"i figured you'd be staying far away from al-mazrah, it's an active war zone after all." you comment, earning a dismissive look.

"i don't mind getting my hands dirty," makarov utters with a lofty grin tugging at his lips. "besides, we need to talk."

you cock your head to the side, curious. "and, you couldn't call or text me about this? that's been working out so far." you chuckle softly.

he steps closer again, standing a little over an arm's length away. "i happened to be close by." he responds. "this is also something better discussed in person."

you nod, hesitantly slinging your gun over your shoulder to cross your arms over your chest.

"after our last exchange, i managed to gather more information from my... source." he punctuates the last word with a half-assed attempt at a conciliatory smile. "the mole planted within your group reported to shepherd recently; he's aware of our communication." he continues, before you interrupt him.

"wait, no one knows about this, not even my squad." you assert, taking another step closer to him. you're just under an arm's length away, now.

"there was an agent within the group assigned to your care when you were captured. one of the two men that accompanied us on the first day - he listened in on our conversation and delivered the details to the general." makarov speaks in a hushed tone, one you can just barely hear over rubble crumbling somewhere nearby. "the agent on your end tracked you after you reunited with your squad. something of yours was bugged, they heard us that night."

how could he... most of your belongings were clothes, which you know for certain weren't bugged. the only other item that traveled home with you is your cellphone—

"shit," you mumble, practically tearing your vest pocket open and grabbing your phone. there's nothing obviously wrong with it at first glance, but once you pop the case off and check inside, your suspicions are confirmed.

there's a small tracking device flashing red at you, mocking you, and you rip it out before tossing it on the ground and stomping on it.

"he's heard everything," you say, twisting your boot to scatter the broken pieces. "fuck, if this gets out— i can explain this to my team and make do with the judgement, but if shepherd tells any of his friends in their cushy government positions, i'm dead."

makarov shifts, looking past you, but you don't even notice the action thanks to the adrenaline reflooding your system. "that would be an issue," he mutters, reaching for the holster at his hip. "i suppose i could protect you."

you snort, dragging your gaze from your boot to his face. "i'm not joining your side, even for this."

a thin string of red light shines from the darkness behind you, aimed at the back of your skull. makarov follows it to its source, all but ignoring your rejection, as his fingers wrap around the handle of his desert eagle.

a loud gunshot rings out, echoing against the walls. you instinctively reach for your stomach, preparing yourself for the pain you felt in that dream, body tensing up as it flies into survival mode.

the pain never comes. a heavy thump makes you turn, however, watching as a soldier collapses to the ground. unmarked uniform. one of the general’s men.

"shepherd has not earned your blood. if anyone is going to kill you, it will be me." makarov lowers his gun and meets your muddled gaze. "i suggest you reconsider my offer, petra, and give me a call when you make up your mind."

you’re left in that state as he sidesteps and saunters past you, seemingly disappearing into the darkness himself. you’re sure there’s another exit that you missed, one he’s taking to avoid running into your squad.

his offer. joining him for protection.

you'll never follow makarov or his ideals, much less join him for such a selfish reason. if you can kill shepherd, then you can destroy any evidence and get yourself out of this mess. with graves' cooperation and your team to help, that possibility is well within your reach. the only crime you'll have to answer for is severely disappointing your teammates, but they'll understand.

except, there's no guarantee that graves will help, and the rules of engagement prevent you from taking effective action against shepherd. he may be on the run, but he's an american general - killing him could land the one-four-one in hot water with the government.

that'll only lead to more restrictions, more eyes on you, more questions— there's nothing you can do to stop it.

you need someone without limits. someone the government doesn't have their hands on.

you need makarov.

a series of heavy footsteps alert you to a new presence, snapping you out of your trance. you lift your head in time to see price, graves, and the shadows appear from around a large pile of debris in the same direction that makarov originally approached you from.

"petra!" price calls out, jogging ahead of the group and stopping just in front of you. "you broken?" he asks, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and dragging his gaze across your form, searching for any injuries.

"no, i'm fine. nothing major." you mumble, struggling to find your voice all of a sudden. "just, uh..." you lose it again, your tongue darting out to nervously wet your dry lips.

"something wrong?" he murmurs, quiet enough that graves and his men can't hear from their positions farther away.

you can feel every beat of your heart, rapidly thumping against your ribs to the point of making your chest ache. only price can give you approval to do something so risky, so stupid. he'll understand. he knows the job isn't perfect, but you do what you have to do—

"i have something to confess, captain."

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andypantsx3 · 6 months

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UPDATE 12/3: They are indeed a plagiarist. :/

📍 possible plagiarism psa

Hi all, I wanted to give you a quick heads up on a possible wattpad plagiarist called Angry_popcorn. This situation is complicated by the fact that they have been translating fics into Spanish and, from what it sounds like, adding some transformative elements.

As I don't speak Spanish myself, I don't have great perspective and the situation may be more nuanced than I realize. For this reason, as well as the fact that you should never harass people in the first place, I ask that you do not send any hate to this writer.

Instead, if you are a writer, please go to their profile, check for your works (or grab a Spanish-speaking friend and check for your works), and message them asking them to take the fic down/report if you find one of yours.

I would also greatly appreciate it if any Spanish speakers with spare time on their hands could go through this writer's profile to see if you see any fics that are familiar to you, and reach out directly to any authors that were copied. (Please let the copied authors determine how they'd like to handle the situation themselves, please do not confront this person directly yourself).

For context on why I am posting this, this morning I saw these comments on one of my ao3 fics:

Sure enough when I checked the author's wattpad, any fic called "DPA" was deleted, but I did find mention of it in their profile, confirming that it had existed, as my commenter had said:

This sort of confirms for me personally that this author did knowingly copy my fic, as I can't think why else they would take it down. Although again, I never saw the text of the fic in question, so please understand that I may not have all the information here.

One last note is that typically I like to handle plagiarism situations more privately. I like to get second and third opinions so I know I'm not being crazy, and then I will speak directly to the plagiarist. I will spend time going through their other works to see if they have copied anything else I am aware of, and will reach out to those authors to help them handle privately as well. However, because I don't read any Spanish I am unable to do the same here, and for that reason I've made this a public post instead.

If you are a reader, once again I would please like to ask you not to send any hate to this person. Just check for copied works, and message only the authors whose works you believe were copied. I try very hard to use the "platform" I have here responsibly, and I will see it as a betrayal of my trust if you harass them. Thank you in advance for respecting my wishes!!

Lastly, thank you to the commenter who brought this to my attention, and who gave me permission to bring this to the attention of other writers in the community.

#locking reblogs as i think this situation has been (mostly) resolved

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gaias-space · 4 months

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Dean Winchester X Fem! Reader

(Mark of cane Dean, Smut! Angst!, CreamPie, rough sex, extremely kink friendly, ends with fluff slight CNC energy, NSFW 18+ minors DNI)

WARNING: there’s some scenes that are just on the borderline of CNC. Everything characters do are consented even if portrayed it’s not. This may be triggering to some please keep in mind before reading xx PSA/ please practise safe sex and always discuss limits and CONSENT with your partner/s. Much love - Gaia

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/gaias-space/736867184592240640/dean-winchester-x-fem-reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Dean hasn’t been himself lately since he received the mark of cane. He’s angrier, more distant, more agitated. And all you want is a little attention from your boyfriend. Dean doesn’t take it well.

Sam and Dean were sitting at the table in the bunker, reading up on a new case that came in. You had just dressed from showering and come out to greet the boys. “Hey Sammy, any updates on the case?” You sit on an empty seat. Sam goes to respond when you’re both interrupted by a loud annoyed sigh from Dean. You glance over but don’t say anything. ‘What’s up his ass? He’s been like this all week’ you think to yourself. “Well uh, at the moment y/n we haven’t found much. Still reading up for something to help us” Sam sighs. “We’re really stuck on this one”. Sam shares a smile than digs his head back into his book. You look at Dean whose eyes never leave the laptop. “Dean…you alright?” You ask softly. You watch as he grinds his teeth and rolls his eyes. What had you done for him to be so frustrated with you? He didn’t reply he continued to read whatever was on the laptop. You look at Sam who notices deans demeanour. He sends you a shrug and a sympathetic look.

The room was quite for some time before you turn to Dean again you go to open your mouth but your interrupted. “Can you just sit fucking still and be alone for five minutes? God!” He snaps. You jolt in your seat, startled by his words. Sam looks at Dean confused and just as suprised. “Can’t be alone without attention from her boyfriend, always whining and complaining.” He seethed. “Me and sam are busy if that isn’t obvious enough!” You gulp and feel tears burn your eyes already. “Dean…I-i uh.. u wasn’t trying to-to bother you…” you wipe your rolling tears, hurt from how loud he was yelling. This wasn’t like him, the mark had changed him too much. How much longer would you have to deal with this? We needed to break this curse soon. Dean smirks at you seeing you cry and you feel your heart ache more. Your blood boils watching him enjoy your pain. “You don’t have to be such an asshole!” You scream out. Dean raises a brow and stands up slowly. Anger fuelling him instantly. “Sam…leave” his voice deep, dark and cold. Sam gets up “Dean I don’t think this is a-“

“LEAVE SAM! NOW!” His yell shakes you and you step back afraid. An annoyed sigh leaves Sam and he leaves the bunker. Once you and Dean both hear Sam’s bedroom door shut you knew shit was going to go down. You swallow hard and watch as Dean stalks toward you like a predator hungry for his prey. “Don’t mean to whine and bother me huh? Then why the hell are you complaining?” His hand grips your jaw abruptly, holding you in place. Your back was now against the wall, his large hand holding your face…you were trapped. “I just want my Dean back…” you whimper. His eyes roll and he leans in close to you. His lips near your ear, his hot breath on your neck. His voice dropped practically to a whisper, toke dripping with fury. “No you want intention… your practically ….begging for my attention huh? “ he clicks his tongue “well, you got it then” your eyes meet his confusion spreading across your face. He was angry, dark and intimidating. But something about the way he looked at you, the way he worded every insult felt…good. “I …I wasn’t begging…” you whimper. “You have been so cruel to me…”.

A low chuckle escapes Dean and the grip on your jaw tightened. He steps closer, his body pressed against you. “And you don’t deserve any better than that” he hissed through gritted teeth. His eyes cold and hard as ever. Tears roll down your cheeks again, your body and mind was confused. You hated how he was acting, your heart was hurting and desperate for the Dean you knew back. But another part of you was enjoying this dominant side of him. It hurt in a way that felt so good. But you didn’t want to fall into defeat yet. Perhaps your body was playing tricks on you. “This isnt you Dean! It’s not….you can’t do this” You cry out. His eyes darkened more, his face contorting in rage. “Oh you think you know me? Think you know anything about me? Ha!” His sadistic and playful tone sent shivers down your spine. His voice than became quieter, angrier and darker. “You don’t know what I’m capable of sweetheart”. His nose practically touching yours, the heat in the room thickens. Every step, every breathe became more intense with each passing moment.

Your skin pricked again when you feel his lips against your ear again. His tone filled with venom and hatred…and a hint of lust. Was he going to hurt you? Or fuck you? You thought. Dean was angry, yes. He’ll furious even. But there was sedecution and lust laced in his venomous words. You’d barely spoken this week, and hadn’t had sex since he got the mark. Perhaps both of you had pent up energy. There was only one way to find out what he truly wanted to do. You suck in a deep breath and look deep into his eyes. “Then show me” you say. A dark grin crosses his face, a mixture of fear and arousal flowed through your body, heat rushing to your core. Without any warning Dean suddenly sweeps you up with a strength you didn’t know he was even capable of, and carry’s you to the couch. He roughly throws you down, yet supports your head as he does. That sweet loving side was still in there…even if it was deep down. Still blushing hard, your mind racing with thoughts and confused emotions, you watch as he Falls to his knees in front of you.

His grin comes back and he looks into your eyes with a dark desire like no other. “You want me to show you? Say please and I might consider it…or perhaps I won’t let you have a choice at all”. His voice sounded so delicious your face heats up, struggling to form a coherent word. You feel heat growing between your thighs, arousal now soaking your panties. Something about the way he was rough with you had your body aching for him you were desperate. All this pent up sexual tension had led to this very moment. “P-please” you whimper, your eyes pouting and lashes batting. You’d never seen him like this before and with all your words protesting your hate for this, your body loved it. And you gave in. His hands grip your knees harshly and rip them apart, a small gasp escapes your lips. His hands roll up your skirt to your stomach exposing you in pretty pink panties.

“Please what huh?”

His eyes look at you hungrily. Your cheeks flush “you know what…” you whine struggling to say the words. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Oh but sweetie…I don’t know. Please clarify for me” he teased. You sigh in defeat, as embarrassed as you were if you were going to get any relief from this deep aching desire for him, you knew you had to comply. “P-please sir” you beg softly, the blush on your face intensifies. You felt so embarrassed begging for him. But it was so, so fucking hot. Your body needed this. His head bows and he’s Inches from your heat. He begins to roughly kiss and bite your thighs, loud moans and gaps already falling out of you. You arch your back, shoving your hips closer, desperately needing his touch, aching for a release. You feel his nose touch the cotton fabric of your panties yes yes yes! You so badly want to say. Suddenly you feel him drop his hands and sit back up. NO! You scream inside. You watch Dean smirk knowing how bad you needed this. He watched as your body shook, your panties dampened more, and the way your body reacted to every touch. “Beg for it” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Wh-what?” You stutter. “B-beg for what…?”

Dean chuckles at you enjoying seeing his innocent baby such a mess. “Beg. Me. To. Touch you”. Your breathing heavy, chest rising and falling hard and fast, was this really happening? Your thighs were practically shaking with need. You groan in defeat again head rolling back “please! Please Dean I need you. I need you to touch me please!” You cry out trying to reach out for him. With one last sadistic and teasing chuckle Dean gets back down on his knees and rips your legs open again. This time he doesn’t play around. He traces his finger over your panties touching the soaked material. “Mmmm so fucking wet for me. And you say you’re not desperate” he mocks. You whimper with need and the sound you make sends shivers down his spine. His finger tucks under the waistband of your panties and in a swift move his strong hands rip them off. “Oh my god..” you gasp. He had become much stronger lately…

Before you can think more his tongue dives straight onto you and you gasp loudly. “Fuck!” You cry. His tongue laps up the juices flowing out of you, teasing your folds flicking his tongue all over but avoiding that sweet spot. Anything from him was better than nothing, the sensation already driving you insane. Dean growls in pleasure enjoying licking your folds, teasing your hole then finally sucking on your clit. You cry out in pleasure your head rolling back, hands gripping the couch beneath you. Your hips roll riding his tongue, pleasure tightening deep inside your core. “Oh d-Dean fuck!” You felt yourself already coming close to the edge. Dean smiles against your clit watching your facial expressions as he flicks his tongue and sucks. It was a beautiful and addicting sight. He slides a finger inside you and watches you gasp at the sudden sensation. “Fuck your so tight”. He adds a second finger and feels you clench around him. Your moans falling endlessly out your mouth your hips grinding against his fingers and tongue. “D-Dean I’m gonna I-“ you can’t finish the words as you feel your climax coming fast.

Dean notices and rips his fingers out and sits back in his heels, your slick over his face. You cry out loudly “hmmm Dean! Don’t stop!” Your cry and whimper. Dean chuckles and stands, those dark eyes once again meeting yours. He pulls his signature moving removing his belt. “Give me your hands.” He says. You instantly comply and he ties your hands with his belt. You can’t believe this is really happening, this was the hottest thing to ever happen but- “oh my god Sam! Dean Sam could hear us! See us even!” You suddenly remember his brother is in his room. “We can’t do this here we could get caught!” Anxiety rises in you your heart racing more and your breathing hitches. But Dean remained calm. Not a single reaction. He stalks closer to you, his face close to yours again. “Well that’s all part of the fun isn’t it?” He grabs your face again and holds it to his face. “Now you’re going to take this cock like a good little girl or I leave you here like this and won’t touch you again”. How voice demanding and cruel. Your eyes widen, jaw drops low and you can’t think. Dean drops his pants and his hard erection bounces out. You’re almost drooling at the sight, forgetting now all about Sam. His tip was red and dripping with precum already. You needed it in your mouth now.

“How bad do you need this huh?” His voice husky. You watch as he strokes his cock and your body shivers needing him now. “S-so badly sir…god I need it please” you bat your lashes more. “I bet you want this in your mouth huh don’t you pretty girl?” He grins. You nod your head vigorously. “Please please I wanna taste you” you beg. A low chuckle starts from him and he looks into your eyes “hmm well maybe next time. Only good girls get this cock in their mouth”. Suddenly he pins your wrists against the couch and slams his cock I to your dripping pussy. You gasp and cry out in pleasure and suprise. He plunges into you not allowing you time to adjust. His cock was thick, stretching you open. Your head fills with pleasures, not a single thought could form in your head. “Fuck you feel so good doll” he groans holding your hips down and slamming deeper inside you. “G-god Dean! Feels…s-so good!” You cry. “Is this the attention you wanted? What you needed? You’re such a desperate and pathetic slut” he says as he fucks Into you harder. Your eyes begin to roll back feeling how good he felt. His tip hitting your G-spot making you ready to cum just as fast as before. “D-Dean fuck I’m gonna c-“ you are interrupted by his hand gripping your throat, choking you. “Fuck baby you got wetter just from that… god your so good” his mixture of degradation and praise had your body a dripping, desperate mess. You couldn’t belive the hold he had over you.

You could barely breathe and you could feel your climax building higher and higher with every thrust. “Oh baby I can feel you ready to cum. You wanan cum huh princess?” You moan over and over struggling to make any words again. “Uh -huh!” You make out and he grins. “You need me so badly pet. Go on beg me to cum. I fucking dare you. Beg” his last words were deeper and demanding, this dominance sending you over the edge. You clench around his cock, feeling the knot in your stomach coil and tighten. “P-please I need to c-cum please I can’t h-hold it any longer I”- you beg through choked words “god you look so pretty when you beg for me like that…you feel so fucking good” he moans reaching his climax. “Is this all you needed? Thats so fucking pathetic all you needed was my cock? That’s what all the complaining was about? Such a mess …” he begins to ramble and thrust long and deep feeling himself at the edge. “Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum inside you” he groans. You gasp “But - Bur Dean I-“ you whimper but your body was building closer and closer clenching him tightly “FUCK I’m gonna cum!” Deans grip on your throat tightens “cum” he demands. Seconds later you cry out in pleasure, you cum hard your body tensing hard then releasing as the sensations wash over you. Dean rides the high with you before pushing himself deep inside you and spilling his cum inside you. “All fucking mine” he grunts riding his own high out. You feel the hot pools of cum pump inside you, your own cum seeping over his cock. Deans fast pace slows then comes to a halt, but he doesn’t pull out. He holds you, his demeanour, changing to a calm state. “You were so good for me baby” he whispers. He pulls out and quickly dresses himself. You awkwardly stand and slide your skirt back down desperately clenching to hold his cum inside you.

Your hair is a mess, your breathing uneven. Dean walks over to you and smacks your ass, causing you to jolt. He’d never done that before. “Usually I’d clean you up…but I don’t think you deserve that.” He whispers in your ear. Before you can respond Sam walks out his room casually and meets back with you two. “Hey guys uh…you okay?” He looks at you. You nod with hot cheeks unsure what to say. “Shes fine. Just needed to sort out some issues we’ve been having” Dean casually says, not a single fear in his tone. “Ah alright…well I think we have a lead …I did some digging” he says sitting down. You stand there still in shock of everything that just happened. Dean grabs your wrist and stands close beside you, his lips close to your ear. “If you be good and let me work out what this supernatural being is…I might just fuck you again tonight”. He whispers before casually walking over to Sam.

*later that night you knew that deans attitude wasn’t personal, and you’d make it your mission in the morning to help Sam find a way to break this curse. You spent the next few hours thinking about how hot that sex was, something you two had never done and it was the most exhilarating experience. And that night Dean enters your room. And the two of you spent the next few hours making love. Soft, gentle, passionate, love. And you felt the Dean you knew and love be back for a while. *

(If anyone would like a part 2 with the intimate fluffy sex from that night comment below!)

#supernatural smut #supernatural x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #dean smut #dean winchester fic #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x you

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letstrythisout4 · 24 days

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Blaise and Hufflepuffs:

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Comment from : @slytherinboysappreciation

What are your thoughts on Blaise Zabini being friends with hufflepuffs? I feel like his lack of blood supremacy values and his loyalty to his mother would endear him to the ‘puffs (at least it has to me lol) . I feel like Blaise Zabini would get to know the darker side of hufflepuff. The ‘hurt my friends and I’ll hurt you’ side. You know? Like, maybe it’s just me seeing things that aren’t there, but Blaise seems like he’d be trusted with the less so cute side of hufflepuff. Idk I have thoughts

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OK so many thoughts lets go

(First a disclaimer I am a Hufflepuff with strong slytherin…tendencies so I am potentially biased. There PSA out of the way lets go.)

Honestly this is a concept I've been tempted to explore in a fanfic (if literally anyone and I mean even a single person wants that comment and I WILL do it) but I do believe that Blaise would form a weird friendship with the Hufflepuffs. And when I say the Hufflepuffs I mean like… all of them. Mainly because of how loyal he is. But its the kind of friendship that isn't incredibly overt. Like if you were to ask any random person “Is Blasie friends with the Hufflepuff house?” they would look at you like you had three heads. Mainly because (I imagine) Blaise to be super stoic and you have to really sit and observe or talk to him to see what he's really like. (He can be super charming and charismatic but usually that means he's trying to get something out of it he gets this from his mama). Most people would see that he is always around the slytherins of his year and assume that that's it, that's all the friends he’s got. But if you were to ask a hufflepuff (literally any hufflepuff) they can give stories of him either helping them get away from bullying, tutor them/ be tutored by older hufflepuffs (lets not forget hardwork is a Hufflepuff trait). Speaking of hard work, I am of the belief that Hufflepuffs are frequently the type of people who work themselves to the grave in order to get good grades. I could see a world where this is one of the “dark” traits of Hufflepuff that first gains Blaise’s attention. I feel like Blaise, as a top student, would respect the hustle of the Hufflepuff house. So I think Blaise has a quiet alliance with Hufflepuffs. They have each other's back. And it's not weird for Hufflepuffs to see him waltz into their common room to ask an older student for recommendations for which electives to take next year, and to tell the younger students that they slytherins in their year that has been bothering them has been dealt with and it won’t happen again. And beyond this relationship being built off mutual values of hard work and loyalty, i think Blaise would also see the potential of the Hufflepuff house. Hufflepuffs are constantly underestimated when all things considered they may be the most efficient group of students so long as they have a goal that they care about. He has seen what underestimation has done to idiots in the past cough cough the fools who continue to marry his mother. So this is also partial because he sees that they can be incredibly powerful allies in the future and wants those connections.

Update: ive started writing a series about this so yeah-

Author’s note: Sigh that was a lot but it didn't even cover everything I have to say, maybe I’ll come back to this later but for now this is what I got. Yeah. I have always want a story about Blaise and a Hufflepuff muggleborn following them throughout their Hogwarts years but shrugs idk maybe I'll write it one day. Again comment if you'd be interested in that, it would definitely motivate me. Please like if you enjoy and comment if you have literally anything to say ideas, critics, anything, I appreciate it.

#blaise zabini #slytherin #hufflepuff #slytherin boys #harry potter

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the-fab-fox · 29 days

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Attention: There may be a new scam thing (might also not be new)

Okay so I just got a weird notification from drive telling me I got shared a folder. The name of the folder was suspicious as fuck and thank my gods it was but my guess is that if this is a scam it might not always be the case!

Mine was from someone I'd never heard of and I definitely have not recently asked anyone to share any Google Drive folders or documents or anything with me.

Still, had the folder been titled something more innocent or innocuous, I might have been more inclined to click it or look into it.

So, just a PSA/WARNING to be on the look out for something like this. If you get something unsolicited no matter if it's a folder or a Google doc or anything! If you did not ask someone to share something on Google drive with you, DO NOT OPEN IT.

Instead click the three dots on the folder/document/whatever that are to the right of the item. Find report or block. Make sure you click the first option (I think it's called "spam" or something like that as it includes anything from unsolicited things, to malware, viruses, and phishing attempts.

My guess is that this scam most assuredly falls into one of the last three categories and sometimes just opening the thing can cause the bad thing to take place (i.e. you get the virus or malware or it immediately directs you to the phishing scam). Point is, it doesn't matter. Don't tempt the fates. Just get rid of it and don't look back. Doing what I instructed above will clear it from your drive without you having to take any further steps and insures they won't try to send anything further, at just via that particular account. It's my hope that it also blocks IP addresses and not just the account but that's not a guarantee so stay vigilant as they may try multiple times. So just remember, if you're not expecting something, block and report immediately.

PLEASE REBLOG AND SHARE TO GET THE WORD OUT.

#viruses #virus psa #malware #malware psa #phishing #phishing scam #phishing psa #computer science #computer security #security #psa #scam alert #scammers #scam #please reblog #scam psa

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efangamez · 1 year

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Hey you beautiful people!

My name is EfanGamez, a very neurodivergent trans and pan creator who has created 20+ games and have gotten nearly 30,000 downloads on my games!

On this blog, you can find some stuff that I have created, as well as just some fun stuff. I'm not here to preach to people or make sales only; I just want people to enjoy what I make!

You can find my games right here. I promise they're amazing!

If you want separate stores, look below as well!

Itch.io

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Have a wonderful day! 💜✨💜✨

MY BOUNDARIES <3

So a little PSA going forward btw! This isn't meant as a call out or anything, but a stating of boundaries with my page and communication, as well as some clear ups!

I am incredibly mentally ill and autistic, with memory loss and attention disorders, so if we communicate and things are a little wonky, let me know! Sometimes I'm unaware what I'm saying may be a little rude, so please kindly let me know!

Boundary 1: Please do not ask me to review game items of yours or someone else's! I currently am trying to simply exist in this world by eating, drinking, and showering, so I may not have time to read your games, even if they're really short. I think that, for me right now, it puts a lot of pressure on me that I just cannot deal with right now.

Boundary 2: Please do not ask for advice or tips unsolicited unless through an ask. Again, because I'm a slow texter and have memory loss, I may not be able to get back to you, and I'd much rather you just ask publicly than privately.

Boundary 3: Please no unsolicited DMs. I have learned the hard way many people on this app who DM me wanting something, trying to strike up conversations, or love bomb you, are trying to get something out of you, and I'm kinda tired of it, frankly. Some people who have DMed me have become cool peeps I can talk to, but some have manipulated me and used me, and when I was of no use, discarded me. Because of this, please ONLY DM me if I have expressed a want to otherwise! (This is for mostly random people I don't know, so if we're already talking, we should be good!)

Boundary 4:This kinda goes without saying, but please do not interact with me if you are a minor. This is an 18+ page.

Boundary 5: This one may sting for some people, but it's my personal boundary and it has nothing to do with people individually. I do not wish to be called a "friend" of yours unless I myself call you that. It's a term I hold quite dear and hold for a VERY few people. I'm more like an acquaintance to many people or even just one step up from stranger. Again, it does not mean I don't like you, I just hold friendships super close to my heart, and I've been burned calling people friend who truly are not mine.

Boundary 6: This one is kinda twofold. I want people to know that if my boundaries are crossed after warning, I will block you. My mental health cannot take constant violations of my boundaries, and thus I have to enforce them. The next is that I will ALWAYS restate a boundary with someone, because I'll never expect anyone to know a boundary without them knowing, so if it happens, I'll let you know, sometimes more than once if I know you well enough.

Boundary 7: I will ALWAYS talk about politics or human rights issues, so if you have an issue with that, please do not interact with me. I do not wish to be comrades with those who are "apolitical".

And that's it! I know it's a ton, but like I said, I'll never expect anyone to know automatically what my boundaries are, so if ya mess up, I'll let ya know very kindly!

I'll also have this up on my pinned post so that way people can know exactly my boundaries are!

Have a wonderful day to y'all, and to my fellow disabled and mentally ill baddies out there; you are absolutely loved, and please don't drive yourself to spiral because your feelings are ALWAYS valid (this goes to me too lol).

#gamedev #indie ttrpg #ttrpg #game dev #ttrpg homebrew #ttrpg podcast #trans #pan #pinny pin pin

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ftl-faster-than-life · 6 months

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I'm going to be a real bitch and ask "Just do it." Sladick :)

Hmm. I actually started something completely different for this prompt. However this idea overtook it so here we are. Soft, mushy Sladick with a side of whump and aftercare. TW for dislocations and injuries. Everyone's well over 18 but there's no smut, anyway. PSA: This is not an accurate depiction of relocating a shoulder dislocation. This is a romanticized depiction. Do not try this.

"Just do it." Dick murmurs, voice pitched low in the dark room they're currently holed up in. Slade squints his eye at what he can see of Dick's face, the tension in the narrow slice of his jaw illuminated by a strip of neon light that seeps past the motel curtains. His blue eyes catch the light, glassy and staring fixedly at some point in the middle distance. He's in a lot of pain. The dislocated shoulder isn't the worst of Dick's injuries, let alone the only one, but it's the last to be tended to and Wilson is once again impressed by the mental fortitude his companion has. The mercenary's jaw works, and then he nods once. Reaching up, he put his hand on Dick's shoulder, to the side of the injured joint. Slade took a moment to feel grateful that Dick was only hurt--skin bruised and broken, but warm and alive under his touch--before he gripped that shoulder more firmly, getting leverage. The small sound Nightwing made didn't deter him. Grabbing his arm just below the shoulder, Slade pulled: Out, then up. He heard Dick inhale sharply, watched his head drop forward as he weathered the pain of having already injured ligaments drawn taut. He felt the joint 'clunk' back into place. Dick sags as his hands leave him, and Slade reaches down to grab the younger man by his hips, pulling him gently back against him while turning his body so that the younger man can rest against his chest without aggravating his still aching shoulder. Grayson eased slowly, the adrenaline of the pain wearing off and leaving the kid dopey with the aftermath. Dick's cheek was resting against his chest, nestled against the white hairs that decorated the solid slabs of muscle. "You're okay, kid." Deathstroke rumbled softly, reaching up to tease a lock of dark hair from the messy tangle. He toyed with it, chin tucked to his collarbone as he watched Nightwing's blue eyes grow hazy. "You're safe." The safety was artificial, temporary, they both knew it...but for the moment, the vigilante allowed himself to be lulled into resting, curled up in the arms of a killer in some no-names hotel.

---- If you would like resources for emergency medical treatment like relocating a shoulder, I suggest you investigate local first aid courses as the internet can be unreliable on this topic. Please remember that relocating a shoulder improperly can result in nerve damage or major bleeding. If you think your shoulder's dislocated you should seek medical attention. Partial dislocations may allow you to still use your arm and mislead you into thinking it's fine, but can cause lasting damage to the joint, muscle, and nerves in the affected area. Thanks for reading!

#sladick #slade wilson #dick grayson #prompt fill #whump #hurt/comfort

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thestrangestperson · 8 months

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TINY WEE PSA

Hi! Are you trying to write some British people? Here are some random thoughts about exaggerated Britishness (With heavy chat about Scotland because I know Scotland the best):

"I'm going to the store!" Store is not a popular word for a place to buy things. People from the UK will generally say "shop". If they're just going to get milk or something, they may go to the "corner shop" - which people from NY especially will know as a "bodega"

"Hand me an eraser." While some people do say eraser, "rubber" is more common. This is amusing to me because to people from the US especially, it's very different in meaning.

If your character is visiting someone, it's very common to be offered tea. "Fancy a cup of tea?" or more casually "Fancy a cuppa?"

Pub ≠ bar. Pubs include bars, but are also places to get a meal. People do go there to drink ("Get a pint") though, and some pubs don't serve children or allow them in. Many do, however.

There are 100s of accents across the nation, more than just typical posh English, Welsh and Scottish. Please pay attention to your character's background and dialect. The city of London alone has 4 major accents. (For Good Omens fans, Crowley and Aziraphale are both sensationally posh. Aziraphale speaks "The Queen's/King's English" which is notably more formal and collected - Crowley does not.)

Some good swears include "Bellend", "Pillock", "Knob" and "Twat". In Scotland we also have the tamer "Daft(ie)" and "Tube"! Any object can become an insult: "You FUCKING MICROWAVE"

Some good pet names include "Love", "Pet" and "Poppet"

Along with tea we have a carbonated drink called Irn Bru. This is ESPECIALLY popular to Scots but you can find it in England. It is bright orange and fruity in taste.

We buy milk in pints

The chocolate bar Freddo is typically how we measure inflation these days. (I wish I could say this was a joke but tabloids love the chocolate test)

It does rain a lot. Like a shit ton. There are sunny days but nonetheless. The way to start conversation is ALWAYS weather. "Lovely weather innit?" always works, especially in terrible weather.

Sarcasm and dry humour are very popular.

IT IS A PETROL STATION, NOT A GAS STATION

A lot of people smoke or vape. This is very evident especially in cities like London and Edinburgh.

People from southern England especially are typically very removed and tend not to pay attention to anyone else. It's a massive "Not my problem". They can be very friendly by all means, but typically keep to themselves and don't talk to many people.

Biscuits rule the world, especially custard creams. (Jk, they're very loved though)

The school systems are different from that in the rest of the world. Even to one another. The Scottish, Welsh and English education systems are different - but are all composed of Primary school and Secondary school.

Typically people are either passionately wild for the Royal Family or REALLY dislike them.

Terraced and semi detached housing is very common. In Scotland we have "closies" which are blocks of flats that home lots of people, and are typically very square and deshevelled.

McDonald's did not arrive here until the 70s. People were confused by it to begin with.

Fish and chips is a stereotypical yet popular dish. Many people refer to going to a fish and chips shop as "Going to the chippy". Often they do not have seating, and are takeout exclusive.

Britain is a geographical reality, composed of Scotland, Wales and England. The United Kingdom is political and composed of Scotland, Northern Ireland, Wales and England.

Irish people may not enjoy being referred to as "British". Furthermore do not call a Welsh, Scottish or Irish person "English". This is a bad idea and will make people mad.

Day in the life of a true Brexit geezer is a documentary. (Jk)

Basically everyone "hates" the English. Whether this is playful or genuine varies from person to person. Even the English hate the English.

Older women especially have very strong feelings about Princess Di (She was so beloved)

For Good Omens fans: Soho is a small tiny little area in the BOROGH of "The City of Westminster". This is a borogh at the heart of London. You can walk Soho in a day.

Most cities don't have boroughs, but do have wee areas which are basically suburbs or collections of areas.

In schools, it's very common to refer to your teachers as "Sir" and "Miss". This also applies outside of school for young people, but generally is seen more in schools.

"Mate" is the most common way to address a male presenting person passive aggressively, along with "Love" for female presenting people. "Mate" is more common and works both ways.

"Pissed" means drunk. "Oh, he's pissed" = "Oh, he's drunk". Increasingly you'll find people say "pissed" to mean angry, especially young people. However "peeved" is what was originally used to mean angry.

#This is mostly about Good Omens fanfictions like please write the English as English #writing #british people #uk #writing advice #mildly humorous #idk ANYMORE #help #character writing #bad writing advice

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 1 month

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Is there a subject you have no interest in researching? All those talks about K's photoshopped picture bore me to death because I never see the editing anyway, so I couldnt care less about dissecting a picture. Also the whole surrogacy conspiracies about MM. Years after, it still hasn't amounted to anything, so when someone people brings it up, I'm like can we move on please? I would say I'm not interested in endless conversations about things that cant be backed up by receipts ultimately

I myself had to step away from other blogs, even here on Tumblr, websites, and forums because they keep rehashing the same things over and over, especially when it's a hate-fest gripe session about the Sussexes.

Contrary to what I may present here, I don't actually hate them. I think Meghan is a very complex person and the contradictions she presents in public are interesting to dig into. I think Harry is a fascinating case study of nurture vs nature, especially when you juxtapose him against William, Charles, Diana, and the larger BRF. That's where my interest in all this, so when the discussion gets reductive or becomes an echo chamber, I check out of it.

A quick PSA interlude here: What also makes me check out faster than boredom is all the names people call Meghan and Harry. I get it, it's fun for some people, but it's not my thing, I don't keep up with it, and sending asks with those nicknames or fake names or insults-disguised-as-jokes, it's a surefire way to not get your ask posted.

I do like to try and give everyone the chance to chime in but there are just some topics that bore me and when that happens, I stop posting those asks and save them for later.

As for what I will and won't research, I honestly can't tell you. It really depends on the day, my interest, and my mood. If something captivates my attention, down the rabbit hole I go. If it doesn't catch my attention or I lose interest, it gets mothballed for later. Like the timeline series - it's on hiatus at the moment because I've lost interest. I've done October 2017, it's ready to go into November 2017/engagement bonanza, but I'm discovering a lot of broken links in my archive - suggesting that those were all stories scrubbed when Meghan/Sunshine Sachs was cleaning things up for her new royal duchess image, and that's made me lose interest.

I'm with you on the surrogacy rumors. (The kids exist. It doesn't matter how they came to exist. The BRF acknowledges their existence. Let's move on.) I agree about the photo-editing mess (it's Kate's own picture that she edited and they're not the currently-reigning monarch so why should we care) and I'm probably not going to post on it anymore.

#ask #brf

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desidarling123 · 1 year

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a tiny kanej psa re: their future on the show

spoilers for sab s2 below the cut, read at your own risk

I've seen a LOT of freakouts over the fleeting ~tension~ between tolya and inej during the final moments of episode 8, and as a self-professed kanej stannie i am here to say to all my fellow shippers: please take a deep breath and then remove the large wooden stick from wherever it's currently residing dwjdkwehdw

first of all: eric heiserrer is, in his own words, a kanej shipper. there is only one endgame in sight and that's kaz and inej. end of story.

that said, please consider: a little bit of external tension (wherever it may present itself) is good, healthy even!

inej and kaz both have been living in a bit of a vacuum of their own feelings for each other for a long time. it's high time they get a reality check of sorts.

because the reality is: to anyone with functioning eyeballs, inej is a beautiful, admirable, desirable woman! of course she would draw attention from folks who aren't kaz!

and you know what? she deserves to see that's possible! and in a respectful way, at that!

i'm not saying she's going to be in a full-blown relationship with tolya (friendships, crushes, and unrequited feelings all still exist, btw), but he does present a sort of tempting vision of the man she probably envisioned being with, as a young girl: someone who's strong, brave, spiritual, and a fundamentally good man. in many ways, the exact opposite of kaz brekker.

and if after being exposed to ALL OF THAT - if she still finds herself drawn back to kaz and kaz alone, well, that's how you know it's the real deal. i, for one, wouldn't want it any other way.

i have WAY more thoughts on this but anyways, justice for my girl inej 2k23, let her be coveted by many (but remember that her heart is reserved only for one)

#sab spoilers #sab s2 spoilers #spoilers #tolya x inej #inej x tolya #kaz x inej #inej x kaz #kanej #tolnej

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Oh, right, I've been a bit scattered lately but I do have another little holiday PSA for the month of February. If you intend to give your special someone a pokemon as a gift on the 14th, please be sure they are able to handle the responsibility of the pokemon you intend to give them. The most commonly gifted pokemon as a sign of love is Applin, which while fairly small, are dragon types which can be a bit on the difficult side to care for even at their first evolution stage. Applins also run the risk of "spontaneous evolution" if exposed to certain species of apple (or candy/caramel apples), much like a Sliggoo may spontaneously evolve when exposed to rain.

Please be aware that pokemon are not just gifts or accessories. A single affectionate gesture will turn into a lifetime of care if you intend to give your special someone a pokemon. I have compiled a list of commonly gifted pokemon below the cut as well as some care tips and important things to know if you plan on giving them away.

Flower pokemon such as Cherrim, Floette, Roselia, Comfey, etc: They require lots of sunlight, plenty of outdoor activity, clean water with some needing specifically natural spring water, and exposure to pollinator pokemon such as Combee. Good soil is also a must for the health of a plant pokemon. They do poorly in environments with bad air quality, so it's often ill advised to keep flower pokemon in industrial cities. Some flower pokemon such as Roselia may be highly venomous as well and even at a small size, their venom has the possibility to be fatal if not treated quickly.

Food pokemon like Alcremie, Fidough, Vanillite, Swirlix, etc: Food based pokemon often have very specific requirements based on what they appear to be, such as needing a high sugar diet, cold environments to prevent melting, and will impact other foods around them (Fidough causing fermentation just by breathing). You should also not attempt to "eat" parts of them or taste them, an instead wait until the pokemon trusts you enough to offer you something it feels comfortable with you consuming.

Toy pokemon such as Mimikyu, Stuffle, etc: Even though they look like dolls, they are still living creatures with their own needs. While they may enjoy cuddling with you, they also want their own space sometimes and may lash out if you refuse to put them down or let them have time to themselves. In the case of Mimikyu, it could result in extreme levels of clinginess and jealously towards other pokemon/people who receive your attention. In the case of Stuffle, it may not learn to regulate its affections and become unintentionally dangerous when it evolves into Bewear.

Springtime Deerling: They start small, but Deerling eventually evolve into Sawsbuck which can grow over 6 feet tall. They also need a very nutrient rich diet to compensate for the flowers growing from their heads/horns. They need plenty of space to roam and do better outdoors than indoors, so they are not advisable for those who do not have large yards or don't live active lifestyles. Deerling may also run the risk of contracting various life-threatening diseases that target cervid pokemon, so routine pokemon center checkups are an absolute must.

Luvdisk: They must be in groups of 2-4. If a Luvdisk is alone, it will enter a depressive state, refuse to accept food, and barely move until it is given a partner. They also must be given a saltwater tropical tank with warm water. If the temperature drops too low, it could be a serious risk to their health. Despite what you may have seen some hotels do online, do not release Luvdisk into a pool or hot tub. The highly chemical treated water in a pool as well as the bacteria within the water can make Luvdisk incredibly ill and even threaten their lives.

Tandemaus: While a cute gesture for couples who intend to get more serious, these pokemon have very high breeding rates and produce many offspring in their lifetime. It's not an "if" it's a "when". Even if you take steps to prevent this, Tandemaus will still manage to acquire offspring through means unknown and become a Maushold. Separating them will only result in extreme distress for the individuals in a Maushold. You will need to be ready to provide for a large family of small pokemon several times over as the young members of a Maushold age up, find partners to become Tandemaus, and form Mausholds of their own.

Spritzee: Many people are unaware that the scent a Spritzee gives off is impacted by its care and diet. A Spritzee not given a healthy diet of food with pleasant fragrances will develop a foul smell or no smell altogether. Their thick fur and feathers also require a lot of upkeep and often hours of careful grooming to keep them healthy. Keep in mind that when this pokemon evolves into Aromatisse, its natural scent is often so overpowering it can become too much for those with sensory issues. Some trainers have even reported losing their sense of smell entirely due to Aromatisse.

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